19. Gianna's Plan

"ehm, Taylor? You have a sister?" I ask, ignoring Zayn's request. "Ehm, yeah. She's Gianna." she says. "Oh.." I nod, all of us shuffle around except her, knowing we're going to have a problem, very soon. "Well, I'm going to drop off Taylor, so, yeah." Zayn says nervously, so they don't make her uncomfortable. "BYE!" we all chorus. She smiles, and walks out with Zayn. "I can't believe that, THAT girl is Gianna's sister. She's too sweet." Liam points out. "Neither can I.." I rub the back of my neck. "Well, Japanese food was good." Niall changes the subject. "I like duck sauce." Louis says. "We had Japanese, not Chinese." I say. "I know. I like duck sauce though." he repeats. We all laugh at his randomness.

-Next Day, Taylor's P.O.V-

"Tayloor!" Gianna sings up the stairs. "what." I say. "Come here." She says. "No." I reply. "Get your skinny ass over here, before I drag you by your hair, and tell you by cutting the words in your skin." she threatens. I rush over. "What?" I ask. "How the hell are you dating Zayn?" she snaps. "We bumped into eachother the other day.." I explain. "How do you know him?" she tightens her grip on my wrist. "We, dated before he went on the X Factor." I wince. "Hmm." she says.

-Gianna's P.O.V-

I had a plan. I still wanted Harry, and now that he was broken up with that road block, Briella, I could get him. "Tell him to go to the store. If he asks why, just say that you want to meet up with him." I ask. "Sure.. But what is he going to say if I'm not there." She stupidly asks. "Then just say you had to go! Damn Taylor?" I complain. "Fine." she storms off. After a couple of minutes, she comes back. "Go." she looks down.

I rush out the door, about to meet Harry, and lie for my spot as his girl. I see his curly head about to walk into the store, I walk over, purposely bump into him. "Oh, so-" he starts. "hi.." he says. "Hey Harry, uhm, fancy bumping into you here!" I say. "Yeah." he says. "Look, I wanted to apologize for my rude behavior the last couple of years, I just really want to be friends with you all now." I lie. He smiles. "Oh, that's good." he says. "Yeah." I smile back. "You we're really sweet when we first met, why did you change to, a witch." he ask. "I don't know, my father died and I felt I had to take it out on other people." I say. "Oh, well, maybe I got a misconception of you, maybe we can go get a coffee, and get to know eachother.. I feel bad." he says. "I'd love too, but wouldn't the others disapprove?" I ask, rocking back and forth on my heels. "I'll explain." he smiles. He looks around, seeing the girls pile up on the glass. "Look, I have to go." he says. "I'll see you later, okay?" he smiles, walking away. I wave by. This is perfect..